The Faded Attic

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The Faded Attic

The gavel fell. The sound was a crack, dry and sudden, splitting the air in the sterile conference room of St. Jude’s Hospital Administration. I sat at the head of the long oak table. My hands were folded. They were steady. They had always been steady. That was my gift. That was my burden. Dr. Aris Vance sat across from me. He was young, ambitious, and vibrating with a energy that felt like...

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